He says he likes me, But he doesn't want to have a love life. He makes it sound we're getting married, But we're not. Why doesn't he get that? People ask me when we're going to date. I tell them to ask him, maybe he'll tell them. But I know him, he won't. I don't know why, I just know. He hurt me and know I must act like I don't feel it anymore. Some days are good, Others I can't decide if I want to scream at him or hug him. Its the best and worst kind of torture.